The Divorce Prescription Novel Free Online

**Chapter 10**

As Lacy settled in at Tate Manor, she sat on the couch in her nightgown, waiting for Hayden to come home. In her youth, Lacy had been a stunning beauty from Josema, adored by Aaron, who pampered her like a queen. After marrying Hayden, who took over Aaron's business and expanded it even further, Lacy embraced her role as the gracious lady of the house. She had taken good care of herself, still exuding grace and charm despite the passing years.

At that moment, a housekeeper opened the front door of the house—Hayden had returned. Lacy's face brightened with joy as she hurried over to greet him, helping him remove his suit jacket.

“Hayden, why did you come home so late?” she asked.

Unlike Aaron's steady, reserved personality, Hayden had been a handsome and charismatic man in his youth. As the years went by, his power only grew, making him all the more magnetic.

“I had a business engagement tonight,” he replied.

Suddenly, Lacy caught a familiar scent of perfume on his jacket. She recognized it as the fragrance worn by the new secretary he had hired. Frowning, Lacy asked, “Honey, were you with that secretary again?”

Hayden raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated. “Lacy, stop being paranoid. Carly is upset because Dr. Cho wouldn’t let her—so you should spend your time comforting her. I’m tired. I’m going upstairs to rest.”

He began to walk away, heading for the stairs, but Lacy quickly called out, “I know how to get Dr. Cho to treat Carly.”

Hayden stopped in his tracks and turned back to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders with a smile. “Lacy, you’re amazing. You never disappoint me.”

Hayden knew just how to flatter her, speaking to the soft, romantic side of Lacy, who was deeply in tune with her Josana heritage. Lacy leaned into him, teasing him with a playful look. “I have one condition. You have to fire your secretary.”

Hayden laughed, “No problem. I’ll fire her tomorrow.”

With that, he swept Lacy up in his arms. Her body melted into his embrace as she looked up at him, her smile full of mischief.

“But didn’t you just say you were tired?” Lacy teased, her robe slipping open to reveal lacy, seductive lingerie.

Hayden grinned devilishly. “Look at you, being so tempting. How can I resist?”

Lacy playfully scolded him, “You’re such a bad boy.”

He laughed wickedly. “Don’t you like it?”

The next day, Celine received a call from Lacy, whose voice was motherly and warm. “Celine, we were wrong the last time at the hospital. I’ve prepared a meal of your favorite dishes. Come home, dear.”

Rabin, who had been eavesdropping in the kitchen, poked her head out. “Celine, don’t go. She’s just Hayden’s lapdog; at her age, she’s still acting like a lovesick teenager.”

Celine’s expression remained calm as she replied, “I’m busy.”

She was about to hang up when Lacy added, “Celine, your father left a bottle of Château Lafite wine for you. He wanted you to drink it when you were older. I’ve brought it out. Come back and drink it with me!”

Celine's resolve began to waver. Lacy knew exactly how to play to her weakness. When Celine arrived at Tate Manor, there was no sight of Hayden and Carly. Lacy had indeed prepared a lavish spread, with a bottle of Château Lafite wine placed on the table. Aaron had written the words "Château Lafite" in his clumsy handwriting. He wasn’t highly educated, but he had built his wealth from scratch, unlike Hayden, a university graduate.

Celine gently traced the words with her fingers, remembering when Aaron adored her; she had been his linchpin. Lacy seemed to be in high spirits today. Her complexion was glowing, radiating warmth.

She opened the bottle of Château Lafite, pouring two glasses—one for herself and one for Celine. “Celine, let’s make a toast.”

Celine glanced at Lacy, her voice cold as she asked, “How did my father really die?”

At the question, Lacy’s hand shook, nearly spilling the wine. Her gaze flickered, avoiding Celine’s eyes. “Celine, your father… he died of illness. You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it to you.”

“You’re not a doctor!”

Just as she stood to leave, Samson appeared, walking toward her. He frowned. “Who are you?”

Samson, a middle-aged man, appeared refined; however, he eyed Celine with a lascivious, leering look. Lacy set her cup down and smiled coldly. “Celine, this is Mr. Stone from the hospital. He knows Dr. Cho and can arrange for her to treat Carly.”

Celine eyed Samson suspiciously. “This man knows Dr. Cho?” she smirked.

Lacy dropped the pretense of being a loving mother. “Celine, all you have to do is sleep with Mr. Stone once, and Carly will be saved.”

Celine’s breath caught in her throat. Her mother was asking her to sleep with a man just to save Carly. So this was why Lacy had called her back.

Suddenly, Celine felt a wave of heat wash over her, her body burning up. Something wasn’t right. She looked at the Château Lafite bottle and realized Lacy had drugged her with Aaron's wine. What else was her mother capable of? Celine’s clear eyes began to redden as she stared at Lacy, feeling nothing but disappointment. She had no idea what she had done wrong, why she had never been loved.

Lacy, avoiding her gaze, turned to Samson. “Mr. Stone, she’s yours now.”

Samson eagerly licked his lips and stepped forward. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous. Let’s see if you’re as sweet in bed as you look!”

Lacy then left the room. As soon as Lacy was gone, Samson collapsed to the floor, knocked out by the potent medicinal herbs Celine had administered. Celine's face burned with anger. The dog had hit her hard.

She fumbled for the silver needles at her waist, but they were missing—she must have left them in the villa. Celine hurriedly ran back there; she hadn’t returned since she moved out with her suitcase. She entered the master bedroom and searched for the needles, but they were nowhere to be found. Perhaps Sofia had thrown them out while cleaning.

Celine wasn’t used to drinking, and the aftereffects from the wine were starting to hit her. Her head swam, and the rational thoughts she had been holding onto began to slip away, overwhelmed by the rising heat in her body.

A steady, familiar sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door. Had Adam returned? Celine's eyes lit up. The door creaked open. The moment Adam stepped in, her burning, soft body collapsed into his arms.